[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Oh my God waiter, we packed up in this bitch
And I’m feelin’ hater vapors, yeah, it’s hot up in this bitch
But, but you won’t ever phase me and I know why you hate me
‘Cause my fuckin’ cleanin’ lady look hotter than your bitch
And you know I’m ’bout to spend 100 racks up on this bar, bar
You don’t wanna drink, you wanna be nosy Mrs. Aardvark
And I know that you not used to rejection
But if you don’t get naked, get the fuck up out my section

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
All up in that VIP, that shit look like a cloud
Guess Aladdin got 200 Jasmines comin’ to the house
And we bangin’ on that magic carpet, fuckin’ on the couch
All that fettucini say she saw a genie, that’s that loud
They say silence is golden, so my chain don’t make a sound
But these bottles I’m holdin’, I’ma give them to the crowd
Oh, that must be that shit they talkin’ ’bout
Can you hear me now or I gotta say it loud?

[Bridge: Sevyn]
I see you standing in the back, babe
Let me help you out with that, babe
You looking badder than a bitch
The baddest in your clique, see you picking up your slack, babe
So let me take you back to my place
We so drunk, so high, babe
We can do this over and over, I ain’t got no hangover
You can tell by the look on my face, I need